A favorite turn of phrase is " My- {filling in , offending body part( back, head, guts, etc.)}- is killing me. " As part of our ongoing Health and Fitness feature , today we look down. At our feet. When the dogs are aching, the whole world can seem bleak. There is the foot massage. Eh , I for one can't really stand having my feet touched. Perhaps, I never met the right person. Go soak your feet. Now we're talking.
You hikers out there know the glory of the cool mountain stream. Off with the boots and plunge them barkers in the cool crystal waters. Ahhhhh.... that feels good. Never drink that water. When a full on shower seems like work, slip the feet out of your Chuck Taylor Allstars, (which you wear with no socks and smell like something from hell) sit on the edge of the tubby and let the faucet flow. Wiggle the toes. Moan with pleasure.
If tonight is date night, in your bucket, add a bit of Clorox to the water. It will freshen.
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